you're the design left on the windowsill
after a whimsical,
impulsive,
condensation-initiated
doodling session.
- - -
timeless,
preserved,
and
limitless
in your reach.
in fractions of rotations,
it is filled with sun;
it is shrouded by clouds.
it is fleeting from my fingertips
like my former layers
of skin.
it is the meeting of the lips.
it is measured by minutes
& diastolic response
in this life,
by the depth of irises
& ocean currents
in the next.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
you're the design left on the windowsill
after a whimsical,
impulsive,
condensation-initiated
doodling session.
- - -
timeless,
preserved,
and
limitless
in your reach.
in fractions of rotations,
it is filled with sun;
it is shrouded by clouds.
it is fleeting from my fingertips
like my former layers
of skin.
it is the meeting of the lips.
it is measured by minutes
& diastolic response
in this life,
by the depth of irises
& ocean currents
in the next.
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